even my snippets are crime-related

Sometime during the night I dreamed that my daffodil bulbs in a pot had started to bloom, and they turned out to actually be hyacinths. They were several different colors and types, and they smelled so good.

Then just before waking up I dreamed that I was driving a car and planning to navigate by memory in southern California. I was pretty confident I could do it, but I wondered if I should buy a map just in case. There was a guy making a left turn onto the street where I was, and I knew he was a Russian mobster.

Flowers

So I was at work and I was delivered a giant box of red roses. Like more red roses than a person could ever need in their lifetime. My desk was overflowing. And I was trying to prune the ends and stuff them into an already full vase of flowers I had already received a few days earlier (no doubt the flowers my boss had given me for my birthday). And it was stressful, this trying to figure out what to do with all these flowers, but I also knew it was a rare and beautiful situation to be in.

And then for some reason I think I had to find someone's assistant. Not because I needed him, but because someone said they could find him, so I made it my duty to find him because I wasn't doing anything else. I think he was on the roof.

And then I must have woken up, or that's all I can remember.